OPALL ft. SnuS & CrossMarti Lyrics

Gang yeah

Bitch said come thru we got baddies (baddies)

I got the bills I been counting rackies (racks)

Hit it she callin me daddy (yuh)

I'm off an oxy I'm feelin catty (yuh)

Yuh

Glock tucked up in the caddy (caddy)

Rackin the shotgun get to blastin (yuh)

Suckin me up she do it gladly

Can't fuck if that hoe ratchet (that hot ratchet)

Yuh

That boy get put in the attic (yuh)

I hit it cos she got a fatty

I'm bringing the static (shi)

If he want it he can mufuckin have it (static)

I make that hoe bounce on my shit like a rabbit (Yuh)

I gotta smoke it's a mufuckin habit (habit)

He gettin chopped wit the hatchet yuh

Is you kiddin let him have it (on god)

I stay with fully automatics yuh (gang)

Yeah yeaaah

Yeah yeah

Yeaaah

Yeaaah

Aye

Vetements jeans got me styling like you can not test the drip up on my body

Just poured up another pure ounce in my cup

I don't give a fuck

Your lean is just shoddy

Ain-Ain't take me long to get my self up

I got rich like my name was Roddy

I make take your bitch

Cos she on my shit

That hoe just keep giving me noddy

Got hundreds on me bitch I'm balling

I'm up while you just be stalling

When it comes to my tracks I go all in

Your bitch on my line and she calling

Like why she always calling on me

Your bitch she twerking

She keep fucking man for free

We got the cash, the swag lets go

I got that bitch, she bad you know

They testin the pack? It's good, we smoke

Room full of baddies I'm really just gone

Try shoot that 3 but he really just choked

Blade in his neck can nothing but choke

He tryna fight but we got him on ropes

I'm off good dope moving real slow

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I'm on my shit, I'm really just lit

Thought he was slick, got money like Mitch

I roll up we rich, she sucking on dick

We drinking we lit, can't fuck with a snitch nah

Made trip, 94 sip, this is a hit

(This is a hit yeah AH)